heart attack at 23

panic. the best cure for this is canned baby oranges.

death by train

I love walking under railroad bridges when the trains are passing. The echoing thunder of stange and omnious noises like 'gagung - clackataclackata - gagung - clackataclacata' is reasuringly threatening. I imagine the whole bridge collapsing, crushing me in an instant. I linger, imagining that it would be a good way to go: flattened under a diesel engine.

suzuki style

David Suzuki is awesome. He told this great story about an astronomer named Howard Shapley, who proposed to follow a breath of air using the inert argon as tracers (because it doesn't react in our lungs, it's just expelled). There's millions of argon atoms in a single breath. So within minutes, everyone in the room is breathing gazillions of argon atoms that one person had just breathed out. The atoms are also diffusing out into the atmosphere, and off across the world to Japan, and Iraq, and Brazil, a year later, if we were back in that same room, we would be breathing at least 15 argon atoms of that original breath. So this means that we are breathing the same air that Jesus and Joan of Arc breathed. It's an especially entrancing story when it's told by a tiny old Japanese man with arms flailing in the air, shouting with disbelief that we don't treat the air as some kind of sacred connection to all life on earth; it blew my mind.

Looks like it blew his mind too.

tuesday

tuesday, tuesday you say?

fuck me in the goat ass.

little well of sad

baby's breath would smile
when tears called her up on the phone
"you know she died alone", they'd say
"but that's ok", says she. "I think
she wanted it that way"